The Grand Campaign

If all the work I had was just a pile of papers that I could stay up late doing, long into the night, and then pass in tomorrow with a glazed smile after four hours of sleep, none of this would seem very daunting. I actually like all of that. But alas. It isn’t.

This week is going to suck. :)

Act 2, Scene 2

Last night and this morning were the first times that it wasn’t unbearably hot in my room. I live on the top floor of a Tufts owned house, in what is a rather nice two person apartment. In a few days, I imagine it will seem completely like home.

There’s a generation of us who seem to be just over the whole experience of college. A friend of mine with whom I spoke last night, who also spent the time from January to the end of summer doing non-student things, used similar words, and I realized that they described my feelings pretty well, and in a way I hadn’t been able to articulate.

This isn’t necessarily a bad thing, as I remarked. I think we’ll come to balance the “normality” we left behind with that otherness, and both experiences will be richer for it. But I’ve been looking around me the last few days, and what I feel verges disturbingly on vanity. Another good reason to hope for that balance!

In other news, it looks like the old Sunday adage will hold, where I can begin the day after 1 pm and still finish everything. But Sunday isn’t over yet, so I guess we’ll see.